Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Swaziland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Stetsasonic to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sandy B,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Symarip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Model 500,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy Collins,
The Standells,
Nils Olav,
Crash Course in Science,
Visage,
Steve Hackett,
The Birthday Party,
The Vogues,
Anthony Braxton,
Zero Boys,
Sister Nancy,
The United States of America,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Almond,
The Techniques,
The Smoke,
Wire,
Cal Tjader,
Stetsasonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra,
Deakin,
Isaac Hayes,
Spoonie Gee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aswad,
Eve St. Jones,
Minutemen,
ABBA,
One Last Wish,
The Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tubeway Army,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultravox,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Starr,
Arcadia,
Minny Pops,
Sight & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Maleditus Sound,
Outsiders,
Judy Mowatt,
Silicon Teens,
X-101,
Audionom,
Crime,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.